Sunday, May 23, 2010

uchi suweeto uchi



Now that we have left our weekly mansion, we realize that in fact we were living in the red-light district of Nagoya. Subtle as it was to a foreigner with no hiragana or kanji skills, a picture tells a thousand words. Our eyes were only for sakura and sushi in those first few days, delaying our realization of place for sometime longer. Should I post a photo to prove it? Argh. no.. I don't think I will. The yen started to drop when we realized that the surrounding hotels were charging for a room by the hour or extra for an overnight stay, then the routine of men, regular cars and regular days became apparrent. Should I send Mark down for a closer look? The district was hardly seedy, as if this was an accepted pastime and so as we have since learned, most Japanese would not even blink or think it strange that a family of four with a 12 year old boy and 10 year old girl should be accomodated in this part of town. The major give away and concern for our children were the explicit photos posted behind our apartment block. "Let's walk the other way today".

As much as we savoured the experience of weekly mansion living in the red light district of Nagoya, we were overjoyed to move on to our more permanent mansion at Higashiyama Koen. By contrast we are now dodging BMWs, Black Mercedes and Bentleys. Are we still in Japan?
Our permanent apartment is walking distance to the zoo, guess what is the star attraction? Yes, koalas! No wonder we feel so at home here, instead of samurai, kimonos, chopsticks or onsen we are surrounded by koalas, including the mascot of the local baseball team called Doala. To make it even more homely the local parks are growing eucalyptus to feed the zoo's start attraction, so an early morning walk past trickling creek, bamboo fields, cherry and  peach trees is concluded in a heavily sculptured eucalyptus plantation.


Our home is just up the hill from the train station, a four minute walk. It is very convenient, only a 17 minute subway trip to the centre of town, trains come every 3 minutes. Are we being spoilt? Yes we are! There is truly something to be said for this life-style. Walking everywhere, a quick drop into the supermarket to buy some fish for dinner, it is convenient and safe enough for the children to get themselves home from school. We also see children as young as 5 years old travelling on the train by themselves. People live so close together, so a friendly social network is formed, it would be hard to be alone here or even lonely. People are considerate of others and are quiet in their flats, hence no singing practise yet! For a visitor this seems like a near-perfect lifestyle. Are we experiencing life through rose-colored glasses? By all accounts working life in Japan is extremely challenging. We are meeting Japanese employees who work for 12 hours every weekday and then again for some period of time on the weekend. They have few annual leave days, it seems that they "live to work" and vice versa, "work to live". No wonder the Japanese are masters at sleeping on the train. 

Our apartment in this affluent area, though small by Australian standards is large by Japanese standards. We have 2.5 verandahs, 3 bedrooms and an open tatami room. We have a brand new renovated kitchen and the highlight of modern Japanese living; a self-heating, auto-filling bath, a tub that continues to keep the water warm, complete with call button when in need of a soda (oops hanging around Japanese/Americans is wearing off on me)
We feel very fortunate for our year in Japan. Arigato Gozaimus!

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Golden Week


Golden Week

A welcome break from a new school and relief from Mark's killer commute came in the form of Golden Week. Golden week is a string of public holidays over 7 days which includes Children's Day (guess who made the most of that!) We were warned not to travel, although everyone else we know did. Having only just moved to our permanent abode we decided to stay put and enjoy the simple things in life, like sushi :) We set up a veggie patch and bought a washing pole. We ventured out on what felt like a wild goose chase to find a beach, and ended up with thousands of others, just out of Nagoya looking for something, but what? A Japanese lady slipped me a ticket, whispering 'secreto' ....ooo. Now this is getting exciting! Trying not to stand out with my secreto ticket we joined the throngs of happy Japanese wading through the shallows to find a smorgasbord of shells and infantile fish. The Japanese were collecting kilos and kilos of a small pippi like shells. Although tempted, our recent experience of eating sandy seafood from the Coorong was enough to make our teeth grind on the spot, so instead we emerged home with 8 petto hermit crabboes, for a tanko, not for the potto.

We ventured off to Inuyama in search of the monkeys. With the development of my acting skills (not my Japanese) we were directed cross country, over wooded peaks and past a shinto shrine with ancient cemetery to the Japan Monkey Park. But where were the monkeys? Guess who didn't get passed the amusement rides and never saw the monkeys? With the kids practising a bit of Japanese independence, Mark and I had a peaceful time looking at all 700 monkeys (note: the poor lonely gorilla would be welcome at Melbourne Zoo-I'm sure) Our own monkeys had a lovely time too spinning, running, queuing and riding on as many amusement rides as they could.